Embracing The Power Of The Slut by Hoku Lani

Writer: Hoku Lani

Subject: Embracing The Power Of The Slut

Link: MEWE / 10.11.2024

Embracing The Power Of The Slut

I can’t remember the first time I got called a whore and a slut, probably around the time I started cocking my leg up in church on the pew in front of me and acting like one. I never had a problem with that, about being a slut or announcing myself as a whore. The problem I’ve always had is other people thinking that being a slut is a bad thing. Because it’s not; being a slut is glorious.

Life is like a soaking wet pussy. You have to grab it with both hands.

Promiscuity doesn’t exist. It’s just a word people came up with to describe and judge certain human behaviors. Befitting and in line with religious teachings of control and oppression of women.

A few years ago I walked into a beach gathering. It was a girls’ day at the beach with a freaky crowd. I asked a girl if she wanted to come back with me and she did. I asked her if she minded extra company. She didn’t. I invited her friend to join us and another and another. If two’s company and three’s a party, five’s definitely an orgy.

It turned me on, standing in the Waikiki hotel lobby with four hot girls, aware that the girl at reception knew that we were booking into one suite and what we were clearly planning to do inside me, in a word. It must have been obvious that they were all going to fuck me. I wonder if she fantasized about it as I’ve fantasized about her fantasizing about it. It was good, dirty fun. One of them had her hand inside me. One of them was working on me. One of them gave me something to shut me up. One of them gave me her twat to keep my hands busy.

It worked because I was the center of sexual attention. I wanted it, I was in control. I was not ashamed. I was wanton, almost a caricature, a porno fantasy, a whore and a slut. I orgasmed repeatedly with their hands all over me, their eyes watching me, their cunts rubbing on me. I was drunk and I was high. It was fantastic and it was me!

It’s why I’m so passionate about people’s right to be promiscuous. If that’s what floats your boat, creams your cunt, go for it. Wouldn’t you rather be on a beach somewhere right now, with beautiful people, cumming? Orgasms are brilliant. Why shouldn’t we strive to do it as often as possible and with as many people as possible and without any limits?

Life isn’t fun or glamorous. It’s dull and tedious, savage and cruel. You have to go to work and feed your dogs (this too may be fun, a story for another time) and send people birthday cards, all that shit. Those moments of pure release, yes through hedonistic abandonment, they’re the things that make life worth living. Sure, you can have special moments with the person you love, but don’t look down on those of us who like to rub our cunts with anyone and everyone. Like you, we just want to feel alive.